The Bolivar bulletin. [volume] (Bolivar, Hardeman County, Tenn.) 1865-1888, 1887-07-15

sensible enough to see that it was his
duty not to lose sight of his fair COM
panion.
''Now my poems, go to work." COM
manded the tyrant.
To gain time the prisoners picked up
the hoes and pretended to examine
them.
Pedro stood off, and leaning on his
musket watched his victims with VIC
ious twinkle in his cruel eyes.
"My poems" he mumbled. "PedrO's
poems. Yah! Yahr'
''Oh, Mr. Pedro" burst out Miss
Lucy, Historically, cit is time for us to
return to Prospect Cottage. Do, please.
let US gor'
"Worki work. or me shootr' was
Pedro's savage response. Undoubtedly
this wild man of the mountains was a
maniac. Itwould be dangerous to cross
him.
What poor Vincent would have done
can not be guessed, but just at that
moment bird sailed over the valley.
''Shoot him!" said Vincent, pointing
upward.
ugh! Can't Nobody hit bird SC
high,
II can," boasted the young man.
A look of childish pleasure and curl.
osity flashed over the wild mans face.
''H you kill him give him to me- he
begged, in tone of almost piteous
earnestness.
''Tn kill him and you may have
him." said Vincent.
Pedro at once handed over his gun
with nervous eagerness.
''And now," yelled Vincent, jump
ing in front of Miss Lucy with the
musket leveled at his enemy, "show
us out of here or I'll blow your head
off"
The maniac, finding himself thus
baffled and tricked, retreated a few
steps. Then, in fit of fury. be rushed
forward, but the threatening muske
caused him to fall back.
"Pedro fool!' he groaned, shifting
his breast. "Come onr'
The hearts of the two leaped will
Joy as they saw the wild man start il
the direction of the path leading to the
upper plains and hills, and they fol
lowed without saying a word.
Several times Pedro looked back, bu
each time he found Vincent ready t.
use the musket at a seconds noticed
81 see Pegalos PeakT' cried Mis-
Lucy.
Eyes. and Prospect Cottage is owe
there" said Vincent. eve do not neeC
our guide any longer. Pedro. you ma.
90. Make tracks, old fellow"
The Mexican looked thoroughly ter
rifed.
..Poor Pedror' he howled. ''yo1
won't rob poor Pedro. Give him bacl
his gum
But Vincent was firm in his refusa
and the crushed giant in the bear-skil
tunic dejectedly took his departure.
The pleasure seekers at Prospect Cot
tage were tremendously excited whel
the amateur artists made their appear
ance late in the day minus their sketcl
books, and looking decidedly the wOrs
for their trip.
In the midst of the clatter of ques
tions and explanations the landlor'
spoke up.
81 never thought" he said, "tha
any of my guests would run agains
Pedro or find his hiding place. He ha
been known as the wild man of tn
mountains for the past ten years, but
is new thing for his insanity to tax
the shape of violence. Tomorrow II
get a party to catch him and send hin
to the asylum. He will not bother yo
again"
All this was very reassuring, but tn
tourists made up their minds to leav
the next day.
"It is outrageous" said Miss Luc
to Vincent; 'you know that last sum
mer when you joined our party in tn
Adirondacks we roamed about goo
deal, but you were the widest man
met"
Vincent showed symptoms of return
ing wildness at this, but he signifie
his readiness to go with the Others
Even at this early stage of their az
quaintanee Pedro's poems appeared t
be of one mind about everything. Fo
an engaged couple they were very res
sonable. But that was their last sun
mer in the Sierras. ". p. Reed, IN n
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